Chapter 1301 - The Thickness of Blood (Part 1) (1/2)
That night, the rulers of the three Undead Courts, Baba Yaga's triplets, and even the Firstborns that currently lived on Garlen had been assembled to discuss the matters at hand.
”This is all your fault.” Dawn threw the pristine white helm of her Orichalc.u.m armor on the huge round table while looking at her sister Night.
”Thanks to our brethren from Jiera, we had excellent chances to win this war or at least to permanently change the balance of power in our favor. Now that the Council got involved, the first real opportunity that our race had to become an integral part of society has gone down the gutter!”
The Bright Day looked like a woman of untold age, about 1.78 meters (5'10”) tall with golden eyes without pupils. Her skin was whiter than an albino's while her waist-long hair was pitch-black.
Dawn's body was covered by a full suit of armor with more facets than a precious gem. Each one of them absorbed instead of reflecting the light from her surroundings, boosting Dawn's powers and shrouding her in darkness.
Yet the armor was bright, acting as a conduit for the radiance that came from Dawn's real body, the gemstone resting between her bosom. The contrast between light and darkness, between black and white, made her look as if a real dawn was taking place in the War Room.
”As if you ever cared about our race more than I did!” Night mirrored her movements, sending a pitch-black dented helmet clashing against Dawn's.
”The only thing you ever cared about was your precious mission, just like I only worry about having some fun. After getting your a.s.s imprisoned inside a Fringe for centuries due to your stupidity, you are the last one who can patronize me.”
Night looked like a young woman in her mid-twenties, about 1.70 meters (5'7”) tall, with ebony skin that seemed to devour all light and full lips that not even her anger managed to make less seductive.
She had silver waist-long hair and round eyes without pupils that shone like moons. Her body was covered by a skin-tight black full suit of armor that left only her head exposed, yet she was no less charming than if she was wearing a c.o.c.ktail dress.
”Enough of this.” The Red Sun, also known as the Horseman of Dusk and the Hushed King of the Dusk Court, threw his blood-red Davross helm as well, hitting those of his two sisters from the sides and making them stop right in the middle of the table with a clang.
Even though the Red Mother despised Liches, Dusk had chosen one of them as his host due to their immunity to all weaknesses that the children of Baba Yaga usually had. They didn't fear sunlight nor darkness magic and they could use all six elements freely.
In a sign of respect to the Firstborns, Dusk shapeshifted the skeletal body into his real form for the first time in centuries. He looked like a handsome man in his mid-twenties, about 1.9 meters (6'3”) tall, with blonde hair, bright red skin, and orange eyes that seemed to flicker like flames every time he moved his gaze.
”There's already enough fighting outside, there is no reason to waste our forces fighting between us. I've assembled you here to find a path to victory together, not to point fingers. Besides, Night is right, Dawn.
”Neither of you has helped their respective Court to grow, you only made trouble for all the members of our kind. First, you exposed yourself while fighting against Verhen, making the three Great Countries aware that we are still alive.
”Then, Night angered the Council, adding them to the many enemies we already have. Both of you are at fault for sacrificing precious elders of our community for your own agenda. The reason you did it doesn't matter, only the result does.”